Cedar Station

3.1. State of the Union

"Oh, she's so pretty!" said Brittany softly, as she looked without jealousy upon the young woman laying peacefully on the futon. "No, my dear, I won't mind my children having a litter of half-siblings who look like that, especially if they can get her eyes."

Bradley couldn't agree more. He had checked, and apparently it was indeed a form of central heterochromia. Not all that uncommon, though unfortunately not reliably inheritable. Her parents and all three of her brothers had once had perfectly mundane-looking eyes.

Zoe didn't like talking about her brothers. They had all been taken at the outbreak of what even authorized media was starting to call the Forever Wars. One sank with the George H.W. Bush in the Caribbean, one went down on a recon flight somewhere over the Caucuses, one was officially KIA in an unknown country, the body lost in transit and even the Army unsure which of their meat-grinders they had stuffed him into.

Bradley had sat quietly as Zoe shared her family's story. She cried on his shoulder throughout, he gently-stroked her hair and murmured kindness in her ears. That's what she had meant by "take me before the others do." Like most young people who couldn't buy or lie their way out of it, she spent her days in terror of the moment that MP's or US Marshals might show up at her door with induction orders in hand. Poor girl, a 4-G three times over and she's still afraid of being drafted.

For a time, they had tried to shuffle female conscripts into the National Guard and not send them off to serve as cannon fodder on the far side of the planet, but American servicepersons could always die just as easily at home. Zoe's cousin came home from Basic Training with a missing eye after a fellow draftee went berserk and set off a grenade in the barracks. Her cousin's sister was MIA in North Georgia after insurrectionists ambushed her river patrol. A friend from high school had been shot along with a tenth of her company for cowardice under fire during the suppression of the Chicago Commune.

Pregnancy would have been no excuse; the libs had largely won that argument by pointing out to Republicans that one cannot kill the enemies of their Israeli donors and sex-traffickers while pregnant. Abortion and birth-control mandates were now as standard in for military personnel as vaccine mandates. Bradley thus decided that Cedar Station would soon develop a pandemic of bone spurs.

3.2. Settling In

One of the big drawbacks of van dwelling had been always been the lack of a full-sized kitchen. As he transitioned from living in a van in a warehouse to living in the actual warehouse, Bradley quickly furnished one for himself and was soon cooking most of his meals there.

The typical American breakfast was too heavy for his palate. Eating pancakes and bacon at such an early hour felt too much like drinking grog before the sun was o'er the yardarm. When he served breakfast to his girls, it was usually fish or lean meat, veggies, dark bread and maybe a light soup. They got used to it in time.

"It's good!" said Zoe between bites. "Not what I'm used to, I don't think I've ever tasted anything like it, but I think I could get used to this!"

"What you're used to eating is glorified piles of starch, salt, corn syrup and sugar." said Brittany. "Bradley here doesn't want to see us poisoned by Tyson, General Mills, and Kellogg's. He wants his prime breeding mares strong and healthy by foaling time."

"Precisely." affirmed Bradley. "Speaking of which, Brittany, are you showing any signs yet?"

"Eh... a little tenderness, something of an odd feeling all over, and having to go to the bathroom just a little more." She smiled. "I don't think I would notice if I didn't know to look for it, but yeah. No morning sickness yet, but that's not likely at only four weeks pregnant."

Two weeks pregnant, actually, in the sense of it having only been two weeks since he bred her. But they had already decided to use the gestational age system of reckoning the pregnancies, which starts at the beginning of the last menstrual cycle and which assumes that this would have happened two weeks before fertilization. It would make things more convenient when talking to the obstetricians.

"You may not get it." said Brad hopefully. "I think I can reduce a lot of the more unpleasant side effects of your pregnancies, same as how I should drastically reduce the chances of spontaneous abortions, ectopic pregnancies, infectious diseases, and other unpleasant complications."

"Really" asked Zoe. "Like, you can really do that? That's incredible!"

Brittany shrugged.

"Yeah, sure it is, maybe. But let's not forget that he still wants us to spend three-quarters of a year walking around with something in our bellies that will eventually grow to the size of watermelons, possibly more than one of them. Then he wants us to push them through our vaginas and then get maybe a year or two of rest before we have to do it all over again. Reduce the complications all you want, but that still doesn't sound like a very easy job."

She tossed a glare at him, then sighed dramatically.

"I'm just so glad that I'll have a little extra help with my work during these difficult times I'm about to experience. I told you before that I'm looking for prospective interns. I found two that I really like, Brad, and I think you'll like them too. I'll bring them over as soon as possible."

3.3. The Interns

Brittany's office had previously been her SUV, into which she often fled to escape her mom and the blaring television. A back room in the warehouse had been reconfigured for the purpose. It had just enough room for a wobbly swivel chair, a chipped and battered desk, and a ratty old sofa that was probably a health hazard. Brittany observed from the doorway while the two potential hires sat upon the sofa.

Tina Wilson was tall for a woman, and her slender frame made her look taller. The 20-year-old had dark brown hair in a side cut passing not far past her left ear, and smoldering dark eyes that belied her impressive intellect. Her face was unremarkable and may become shrewish in later life, though she was by no means unattractive. Upon the arms and neck of her alabaster skin were signs of multiple random ink patterns, which he would of course remove at the soonest convenience.

Stephanie Shaw was only an inch or two shorter. She was a full-bodied, 22-year-old blue-eyed blonde with a sunburst of a smile, clear tanned skin and hair pulled into a neat golden ponytail. She had the kind of delicate heart-shaped face and toned, firm body that could name its price in modeling. Her intelligence wasn't quite as high as her colleague's, but she was no dummy and Bradley suspected that he could improve it further.

He had only given Brittany some very rudimentary instructions for what he wanted in the new hires: young, healthy, attractive, preferably smart and preferably single. She had been otherwise free to make her picks, and he couldn't help but notice that both of her selections were comparatively well-endowed. He might have guessed a D-cup under Tina's well-fitted pink blouse and at least a Double-D filling Stephanie's t-shirt. Part of his mind mused that no children feeding on those would ever starve, though the rational part knew that breast size isn't a great indicator of potential milk production.

They both had comparatively narrow hips. That did have an influence on birthing, though not as serious as a lot of people made it out to be. He looked at Brittany standing patiently behind them, with her glorious wide hips and cute little tits, and wondered if his harem manager had meant anything by this. He held up a sheaf of papers and pretended to examine it.

"Well, ladies... from what I can see so far, it certainly looks like my esteemed colleague made excellent choices in her selections, though there are a few more things I would like to go over with you. For one thing, I think that she might have forgotten to mention one of your most important responsibilities here at Kohl Realty, which is to take off your clothes and spread your legs and let me put a couple of my babies into each of your wombs. Now, I know that's very unconventional, but I would like to note that you'll get full employee healthcare out of it. That's something, right? And the both of you know that no other workplace you'll find is likely to offer it. The things Americans will do for halfway-decent healthcare, right? Now, some other employee benefits that I would like to mention..."

He droned on aimlessly as he studied the reactions of the women. It was going incredibly fast at this point: two bodies unlocking, two wombs opening. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever witnessed. Tina's eyes were closed and her mouth opened in a silent moan, she was pressing her head back into the sofa with her breasts and crotch jutting forward, legs and arms spreading.

The older girl's behavior was completely different. Stephanie was fidgeting and wiggling as if she couldn't figure out what to do with herself. She was annoyed at how her counterpart was acting so weird and spreading onto her side of the sofa, she glanced down at her belly and wondered at what she might have eaten to cause that strange churning sensation within the core of her body. Her face was growing flushed and her expression held a look of complete bewilderment.

Odd. Some force was miring her progress into breedable subservience, but what could it possibly be? Bradley focused on her and tried to make sense of it, then realization smacked him like a stepped-on garden hoe.

"Oh... a virgin!?" he exclaimed. "Stephanie? Twenty-two years old, beautiful as you are, and still a virgin?"

Then he asked himself, and why shouldn't she be? Not everyone gets their v-card punched on the same day as their Selective Service card, and even beautiful women often have their reasons for holding off.

"Not for much longer..." whispered Tina teasingly. Her eyes were still closed, one hand beneath her pants and the other sensually pulling aside her unbuttoned blouse.

Well, there's no evidence that Steph had sworn any vows of celibacy, he considered. He probably wouldn't care if she had, and soon she won't either, though it might be better to focus on the more eager subject first.

"No, not for much longer." he agreed. "But first things first: Mrs. Wilson, get your clothes the rest of the way off and come sit on the edge of the desk. Mrs. Kohl, can you keep Mrs. Shaw entertained while I breed her new coworker?"

"Gladly." smiled the harem manager, moving to the sofa when Tina vacated it. She smiled sweetly at the innocent, wide-eyed blonde and held her by the hand as the two of them stood by to watch the action.

"Starting with the kissing, of course. Some touching, some fondling, a pinch of a hardening nipple here and there. Pausing to stare into each other's eyes, deepening their connection. Feeling at the swells of her breasts and the curves of her hips and then sliding his fingers to her back and running up and down her spine. Look at the way his strong, deft hands are antiquating themselves with her tight, curvy body. Slowly building the warmth inside her. Working his way downwards, pushing her back against the desk with her shapely legs dangling off the side, and there he goes kissing and nibbling at her inner thigh and, ha ha, you know where that tongue is going to end up? Of course. He says he does it to prime our reproductive systems, but, just between you and me, I think he just likes the taste. Repositioning again... and here comes the money shot! Coupling, pushing, thrusting, getting ready to rhythmically drill his virile seed deep into Tina's fertile womb. Doesn't she look so happy? Look at how her legs are locking around him, binding him so tightly that he couldn't get back out of her if he tried. Oh, is there anything in the world more glorious than taking a man into yourself, drawing out his essence and forcing him to put a baby in you? Dontcha know that she's going to look so pretty in just a few months, waddling around with that belly so big and swollen and those breasts so full and milky? Now, we're gonna give Mr. Colson just a few minutes to recover, and then he's going to come over here and do the very same thing to you! Doesn't that sound wonderful, Stephanie?"

This was really weird, thought Bradley. This play-by-play narration that Brittany was doing, he admired her devotion but he wasn't going to let her make a habit of it. He was also coming to realize that he didn't care to perform for a crowd. The effects on Stephanie were palpable, however: her body was reclined and open, the flush of her face had grown beet-red, her hair was loose and her mouth was hanging half-open, her eyes were rolling backwards and her heavy chest was heaving. The flaxen-headed virgin knew that she was next in line, and she was fully ready to let it happen.

As he finished spilling himself into Tina, he settled her on the desk and instructed her to grasp the back of her kneecaps. She stayed in that position long enough for him to get a pillow and place it under her pelvis. He knew this wasn't really necessary, but he did so enjoy sending his women to sleep with that last little reminder of what he had done to them.

"Maiden to mother on your very first go." said Brittany gently, stars dancing in her eyes as she rose from the sofa, hugged the younger woman and affectionately kissed the top of her head. "You're so lucky, Steph! I would love to stay and watch but, you know, I've got a lot of work to do and I'm thinking he'll take his time with you. He can be nice like that I guess, sometimes."

Bradley did take his time. He joined her on the sofa and gently laid out her voluptuous young body, holding her deep blue eyes in his gaze as he slowly and sensually prepared her for motherhood. He ensured that her experience would be enjoyable and relatively painless. Waves of passion buffeted her mind and moans of pleasure testified to her euphoria. It was well into the night before he finally finished; sweat and tears were streaming down her face as she struggled to process the cascade of emotions. He embraced her in his arms and caressed away her maidenly worries; she drifted to sleep with her head in his lap and her ears filled with words of the beautiful future she would have.

3.4. Ripples

"You really should feel ashamed of yourself." said Brittany to Bradley as they lay together that morning. "Deflowering my new employees, mating them and mind controlling them into wanting to have your children. They're sleeping soundly on their cots in the other room right now, your seed taking root inside them, and here you are still taking up space in my bed! I don't know why I haven't kicked you out of it yet. I hope you don't think that whatever power you have is still working on me, Mister Colson, because it's not! Don't you know that I only agreed to bring those girls to you so that maybe you'll leave me alone for a little while? Let me finish making this baby in peace?"

Bradley smiled at his cocksure concubine. He reached beneath the sheets in search of breast and nipple, causing her to wince in discomfort.

"So, you're acting under your own free will, you're helping me control and impregnate other women, and you're doing it all just because you think it'll make your own life a little easier? And you think I'm the one who should be ashamed?"

Brittany frowned. Well, when you put it like that... Brandon leaned in and kissed her.

"Shame is a human emotion, my dear, and I don't know if either of us can feel it at this point. Anyway, your problem is that you're just too pretty. I can't help myself when it comes to you, and you're only going to get prettier in the coming months. I really don't know what we can do about it."

"I'll just have to keep you busy." she said curtly as she rolled out of his grasp. "I'll bring you four interns next time, eight or sixteen after that. I'll send you every reproductive-age female in the whole damn town, and if that's not enough then we'll start busing them in from nearby cities!"

"Yes, actually. Something like that, eventually." said Bradley as he too rose up from the bed, stretching and yawning. "But... not right away, please. We still need to be careful about arousing suspicion, and frankly we need to visit the furniture store before we add anyone else to this household. We're out of beds, you know, and using your new office as my personal breeding stall, even before we renovate it no less, just isn't proper."

Breeding the whole town? It was a daunting task, but Bradley knew that he would not work alone. The rate of change in Cedar Station had considerably accelerated from the moment of his breaching Stephanie's hymen. Back at home, Melanie Kohl rose early, turned off the TV, and decided that she would clean up the back yard and resume her long-abandoned hobbies of reading and gardening. Her next-door neighbor began pulling weeds and picking up garbage around his apartment, another decided to go ahead with his plans for starting a small business in his garage.

Down the road, one of Tina's old classmates decided that she really wasn't in such a hurry to go off to college, while her brother decided that maybe the Air Force really wasn't for him after all. Their parents began to wonder if they could find work in town for their oldest daughter, since conditions here really weren't much worse than conditions where she was. Really, why had they all thought that Cedar Station was so bad to begin with? This was a fine place to live, work, and raise a family. Especially to raise a family.

One of Stephanie's friends had a conversation with her fiance over breakfast that morning. They had started to seriously reconsider their previous convictions of never having kids, and as they spoke the idea of being parents seemed better and better until he finally had her sprawled out naked on the kitchen floor, taking him deeply while she screamed for him to fill her with a baby. In homes and businesses and workplaces around town, men looked at their wives and girlfriends and crushes and started to think about how much more adorable they would be with milky breasts and gravid bellies...